Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me
THE IRON TONGUE OF MIDNIGHT HATH TOLD TWELVE; LOVERS, TO BED; ‘TIS ALMOST FAIRY TIME.
IF WE SHADOWS HAVE OFFENDED,
THINK THIS, AND ALL IS MENDED,
THAT YOU HAVE BUT SLUMBER’D HERE
WHILE THESE VISIONS DID APPEAR.
I NEVER HEARD SO MUSICAL A DISCORD, SUCH SWEET THUNDER.
I HAVE HAD A DREAM, PAST THE WIT OF MAN TO SAY WHAT
DREAM IT WAS.
I HAVE A REASONABLE GOOD EAR IN MUSIC: LET US HAVE THE TONGS AND THE BONES.
SO WE GREW TOGETHER,
LIKE A DOUBLE CHERRY, SEEMING PARTED,
BUT YET AN UNION IN PARTITION;
TWO LOVELY BERRIES MOLDED ON ONE STEM.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 